Erotic Story: Fully exposed

I don’t know what it is, but his light-gray sweatpants practically scream sex to me. His black T-shirt is tight around his muscles and his gaze is fixed on his phone. Totally unaware of the fact that I’m watching him. ‘Hey,’ I start, ‘I was thinking about you this afternoon,’ I say, referring to the session of self-love I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this afternoon. He looks at me surprised. He’s clearly amused. ‘Yes?’ he asks in a controlled voice. ‘What were you thinking about?’ The corners of my mouth automatically turn up and I crawl a little closer to him. ‘About how good it always is with you.’ He puts his phone on the arm of the couch and looks at me. ‘What were you doing then?’ Excitement shoots through my body. ‘Playing with myself,’ I reply softly. I instantly see him growing hard. Through the fabric of his sweatpants I can see the outline of his hard-on and have trouble keeping my eyes away. Grinning, he looks at me and then down to his hard-on. He playfully bounces it up and down. ‘Tell me,’ he says. ‘How were you playing exactly?’ I sigh excitedly as I do my best to keep my eyes away from his crotch. ‘Just with my fingers. Deep and wet.’ He swallows hard. ‘Show me?’

His gaze is intense, but he doesn’t move. I hesitate for a moment and then slide my hands into my pants. My panties have turned damp from my own thoughts and I moan softly as I touch my wetness. Again he bounces his hard-on up and down and I automatically lick my lips. ‘Look,’ he says. ‘That alone is enough to get me rock-hard for you.’ I laugh mischievously. ‘I can see that. Let alone if you’d feel what I feel.’ ‘It’s probably wet and warm.’ As I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod in agreement. ‘Fucccck,’ he sighs. He looks around briefly and then looks at me. His eyes locked on mine, he pulls up his T-shirt. His belly button and a small strip of hair appear. Then he curls his fingers around the edge of his sweatpants and carefully pulls them down. His boner jumps to freedom and his cock shines with desire. I moan softly in response. He still looks at me intently as he grabs his balls with one hand. Between my legs, it feels like my fingers are almost sucked in with crazy desire and I sigh excitedly. The air is filled with tension and horniness and as I touch my clit, tingles  shoot through my body. ‘How does it feel for you?’ he asks, his eyes focused between my legs. I pull back my hand, lift my butt and pull my pants down to my knees. If I can watch him, he can watch me too. ‘Hot,’ I answer softly. ‘And for you?’ ‘Hmm,’ he groans. ‘Rock-hard.’ ‘I can see that.’

His hard-on is stuck to his abdomen, leaving a trail of his fluids. I have to do my best not to touch him. He gently start to massage his balls and I see his breathing quickening. And not just his, the way he works makes my breathing go faster too. ‘Good,’ I whisper. ‘Play with yourself.’ I can’t help it, encouragements flow from my mouth. I want him to play with himself and, even more so, I want to see him enjoy it. He looks at me briefly. ‘Do you want to see me pleasuring myself?’ I nod with bated breath. He lifts his ass up and pushes his pants down further. Only when they rest around his ankles, does he lie down. He lets his legs fall apart a little and pushes his hand towards me. ‘Can you moisten it?’ I look at him in hesitation and then spit some saliva into his hand. His eyes focused on his hard-on, he spreads it over his cock and shaft. He has my full attention. My fingers are still somewhere between my folds, but I’m too busy studying him to move them.

His playfully massages his balls with one hand, while he gently jerks himself off with his other hand. His cock is wet and his hand deliberately moves back and forth. The muscles in his arm tense up with each of his movements and it feels impossible to look away. Excited sounds come from his mouth, which effortlessly make my insides tingle. I have to remind myself where my fingers are and when I move them just a fraction, pleasure shoots through me. As soon as he gets going, he grabs his hard-on with two hands and starts to jerk himself off with dedication. He’s so into it that it seems he completely forgets me sitting next to him, and to say it looks hot is an understatement. His gaze is focused on his cock and from the way he goes about it so deliberately I can tell he knows his body through and through. He moves up and down in long strokes, alternately faster, slower and faster again. My nipples poke into my bra and I can’t wait to release them. Excited, growling sounds come from his mouth. ‘Hmm,’ I moan. ‘That’s so good. Go on.’ ‘It feels so good. And my mind is full of you.’ All the blood seems to concentrate on the spot between my legs. It feels as if I can’t think straight and without any control I start to moan with him. He withdraws one hand and holds it in front of my face again. ‘Please,’ he begs. ‘Lick it wet.’ I obey immediately and suck his finger into my mouth, as if my life depends on it. Then I watch with bated breath what he’s going to do with his wet finger. He pulls up his legs a little, holds his hard-on tight and lets the finger I just sucked, between his buttocks. Holy shit. Without batting an eyelid, he presses the finger gently into his back hole. His excited moans echo through the living room and I join in uninhibitedly. I shift and study all his movements. His finger slides back and forth carefully as he jerks himself off more and more vigorously. ‘My T-shirt,’ he moans. ‘Fuck, just do my T-shirt.’ His breathing is all over the place. He groans, grunts and curses. I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and pull it up as much as I can. His muscled abdomen shows and I playfully run my nails over it. ‘Fuck. I’m. Coming.’ He pulls back his finger and gently moves his hand up and down as he squirts on his stomach in waving movements. I can’t remember ever seeing anything so arousing. And that finger? I want to know more about it now. Out of breath and with a smile on his face he looks at me. His stomach glistens with his juice and even his hard-on seems to be needing some time to recover. ‘Okay,’ he chuckles. ‘Your turn now.’ Just the thought makes my insides contract and without saying anything, I lie back down and touch myself.

If he dares to expose himself like this, then I will too.